I have, once again, went through a 6-month long haitus (probably even more, but I lost count). Since then, a lot has changed in just half a year.
I’m writing again, there’s that. I’ve got a private blog. I’ve published a lot on there. And no, I’m not telling you. There’s some intimate closure I have with my published writings on there. I’m sorry. I will, however, try my best to fit in a little bit of my time to publish decent (except this) pieces on here.
I am also, currently, on a 360-hour internship. And I am tired. But I am writing. Because I miss it. And there’s nothing else to say about that.
I’m not sure what I’m trying to say here but maybe I just want to go back home. And maybe that isn’t so easy to do for some things.
But this is home.